By Alex Christopher

It’s nice on an afternoon
To cast your gaze upwards
Fly it through the air 
Whirring

And let it hook
On the big blue blanket yonder
And patience hope to catch
That almost invisible weave
On the big blue blanket
hanging up and holding us in.

Clouds may childishly
Dance in front
To thwart attention
And get you blinking
But you won’t let it stop you
Searching for the curious criss cross
Made by the giant loom

Threads interlocked like a traffic jam city
Pushed down
in ebbs to make
This comforting big blue blanket
Hanging up and holding us in.

The birdsong will louden
As the sun becomes more sunken
And the blanket will begin to darken

But that won’t stop you searching
For soft gridlines with no loosening
And patience you may catch
That almost invisible weave
Of the big blue blanket
Hanging up and holding us in.

It’s nice to do on an afternoon.